Thieves are not judg'd, but they are by to hear, | Here, on this side, my hand; on that side,

Although apparent guilt be seen in them:
And shall the figure of God's majesty,

thine.

His captain, steward, deputy elect,
Anointed, crowned, planted many years,
Re judg'd by subject and inferior breath,
And he himself not present? O, forbid it, God,
That, in a Christian climate, souls refin'd
Should show so heinous, black, obscene a
deed!

Now is this golden crown like a deep well,
That owes two buckets filling one another;
The emptier ever dancing in the air,
The other down, unseen, and full of water:
That bucket down, and full of tears, am I,
Drinking my grief, whilst you mount up on
high.
Boling. I thought you had been willing to
resign.

I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,
Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king.
My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,
Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king:
And if you crown him, let me prophesy, -
The blood of English shall manure the ground,
And future ages groan for this foul act;
Peace shall go sleep with Turks and Infidels,
And, in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars
Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind con-
Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny,
Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd
The field of Golgotha, and dead men's sculls.
O, if you rear this house against this house,
It will the woefullest division prove,
That ever fell upon this cursed earth:
Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,

[found;

Lest child, child's children, cry against youwoe!

North. We'll have you argu'd, Sir; and for
your pains,

Of capital treason we arrest you here:-
My lord of Westminster, be it your charge
To keep him safely till his day of trial.-
May't please you, lords, to grant the common's
suit.

Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common
view

He may surrender; so we shall proceed
Without suspicion.

[Exit.

York. I will be his conduct.*
Boling. Lords, you that are here under our

arrest,
[swer:-
Procure your sureties for your days of an-
Little are we beholden to your love, [TO CAR-

LISLE.

And little look'd for at your helping hands. Re-enter York, with King RICHARD, and Officers bearing the Crown, &c.

K. Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a king, Before I have shook off the regal thoughts Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet have learn'd To insinuate, flatter, bow, and bend my knee:

Give sorrow leave a while to tutor me

To this submission. Yet I well remember
The favourst of these men: Were they not
mine?

Did they not sometime cry, all hail! to me?
So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve,
Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelve thou-
sand, none.

God save the king!-Will no man say, amen?
Am I both priest and clerk ? well then, amen.
God save the king! although I be not he;
And yet, amen, if heaven do think him me.-
To do what service am I sent for hither?
York. To do that office, of thine own good
will,

Which tired majesty did make thee offer,
The resignation of thy state and crown

To Henry Bolingbroke.

K. Rich. My crown, I am; but still my griefs

are mine:

You may my glories and my state depose,
But not my griefs; still am I king of those.
Boling. Part of your cares you give me with

your crown.

K. Rich. Your cares set up, do not pluck my
cares down.

My care is-loss of care, by old care done;
Your care is-gain of care, by new care won:
The cares I give, I have, though given away;
They tend the crown, yet still with me they

stay.

Boling. Are you contented to resign the

crown?

K. Rich. Ay, nd;-no, ay;-for I must no-
thing be;

Therefore no no, for I resign to thee.
Now mark me how I will undo myself:-
I give this heavy weight from off my head,
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;
With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
With mine own hands I give away my crown,
With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
With mine own breath release all duteous
All pomp and majesty I do forswear; [oaths:
My manors, rents, revenues, I forego;
My acts, decrees, and statutes, I deny:
God pardon all oaths, that are broke to me!
God keep all vows unbroke, are made to thee!
Make me, that nothing have, with nothing
griev'd;
[chiev'd!
And thou with all pleas'd, that hast all a-
Long may'st thou live in Richard's seat to sit,
And soon lie Richard in an earthly pit!
God save king Henry, unking'd Richard says,
And send him many years of sunshine days!-

What more remains?

North. No more, but that you read

[Offering a Paper.
These accusations, and these grievous crimes,
Committed by your person, and your followers,
Against the state and profit of this land;
That, by confessing them, the souls of men
May deem that you are worthily depos'd.

K. Rich. Must I do so? and must I ravel

out

My weav'd-up follies? Gentle orthumberland,
If thy offences were upon record,
Would it not shame thee in so fair a troop,
To read a lecture of them? If thou would'st,
There should'st thou find one heinous article,-
Containing the deposing of a king,

And cracking the strong warrant of an oath,--
Mark'd with a blot, damn'd in the book of
heaven :-

Nay, all of you, that stand and look upon me,
Whilst that my wretchedness doth bait my-
self,-
[hands,
Though some of you, with Pilate, wash your
Showing an outward pity; yet you Pilates
And water cannot wash away your sins

K. Rich. Give me the crown: -Here, cousin, Have here deliver'd me to my sour cross,

seize the crown;

• Conductor

+ Countenances. 2 B

* Owns. + Attend. + Oil of consecrations

North. My lord, despatch; read o'er these | Me cause to wail, but teachest me the way

K. Rich. Join not with grief, fair woman, do
not so,
To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul,
To think our former state a happy dream;
From which awak'd, the truth of what we are
Shows us but this: I am sworn brother, sweet,
To grim necessity; and he and I
[France,
Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to
And cloister thee in some religious house:
Our holy lives must win a new world's crown,
Which our profane hours here have stricken

down.

Queen. What, is my Richard both in shape and mind [broke Transform'd, and weakened? Hath BolingDepos'd thine intellect? hath he been in thy heart? The lion, dying, thrusteth forth his paw, And wounds the earth, if nothing else, with rage To be s'erpower'd; and wilt thou, pupil-like, Take thy correction mildly? kiss the rod; And fawn on rage with base humility, Which art a lion, and a king of beasts?

K. Rich. A king of beasts, indeed; if aught
but beasts,

I had been still a happy king of men.
Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for
France:
[tak'st,
Think, I am dead; and that even here thou
As from my death-bed, my last living leave.
In winter's tedious nights, sit by the fire
With good old folks; and let them tell thee
Of woful ages, long ago betid :*
And, ere thou bid good night, to quitt their
Tell thou the lamentable fall of me,
And send the hearers weeping to their beds.
For why, the senseless brands will sympathize
The heavy accent of thy moving tongue,
And, in compassion, weep the fire out:
And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-
For the deposing of a rightful king. [black,

Part us, Northumberland; I towards the
north,
Where shivering cold and sickness pines the
[clime:
My wife to France; from whence set forth in
She came adorned hither like sweet May,
pomp,
Sent back like Hallowmas,* or short'st of day.
Queen. And must we be divided? must we
part?

K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and
heart from heart.
Queen. Banish us both, and send the king
with me.
North. That were some love, but little policy.
Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me
go?

K. Rich. So two, together weeping, make

one woe.

Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here;
Better far off, than-near, be ne'er the near'.f
Go, count thy way with sighs; I, mine with

groans.

Queen. So longest way shall have the longest

moans..

K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll groan, the
way being short,

And piece the way out with a heavy heart.
Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief,
Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief.
One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly
part;
Thus give I mine, and thus I take thy heart.
[They kiss.

[tales

Queen. Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part,

[grief,

To take on me to keep, and kill thy heart.
So, now I have my own again, begone,
That I may strive to kill it with a groan.
K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this

[Kiss again.

fond delay:

Enter NORTHUMBERLAND, attended. North. My lord, the mind of Bolingbroke is chang'd;

You must to Pomfret, not unto the Tower.-
And, madam, there is order ta'en for you;
With all swift speed you must away to France.
K. Rich. Northumberland, thou ladder
wherewithal

The mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne,
The time shall not be many hours of age
More than it is, ere foul sin, gathering head,
Shall break into corruption: thou shalt think,
Though he divide the realm, and give thee
It is too little, helping him to all;
[half,
And he shall think, that thou, which know'st
the way

throne.

Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say.
[Excunt.

SCENE II.-The same. A Room in the Duke
of YORK's Palace.

Enter YORK, and his DUCHESS.

Duch. My lord, you told me, you would tell
the rest,

When weeping made you break the story off
Of our two cousins coming into London.

dow's tops,

York. Where did I leave?
Duch. At that sad stop, my lord,
Where rude misgovern'd hands, from win-
[head.
Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's
York. Then, as I said, the duke, great Bol-
ingbroke,-

To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again,
Being ne'er so little urg'd, another way
To pluck him headlong from the usurped
The love of wicked friends converts to fear;
That fear, to hate; and hate turns one, or both,
To worthy danger, and deserved death. So many greedy looks of young and old

North. My guilt be on my head, and there

an end.

[with.

Take leave, and part; for you must part forth-
K. Rich. Doubly divorc'd?-Badman, ye
violate

A twofold marriage; 'twixt my crown and me;
And then, betwixt me and my married wife.-
Let me unkiss the oath 'twixt thee and me;
And yet not so, for with a kiss 'twas made.-

Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed,
Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know, -
With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course,
While all tongues cried-God save thee, Bol-
ingbroke!
[spake,
You would have thought the very windows
Through casements darted their desiring eyes
Upon
visage; and that all the walls,
With painted imag'ry, had said at once,
Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke!
Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's
Whilst he, from one side to the other turning,
neck,

* All-hallows, 1. e. All-saints, Nov. 1.
+ Never the nigher.

Tapestry hung trom the windows.

Duch. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he Now by mine honour, by my life, my troth,

Percy. My lord, some two days since I saw | Thy overflow of good converts to bad;
the prince;
And told him of these triumphs held at Oxford.
Boling. And what said the gallant?

Percy. His answer was, he would unto the
stews;

And from the common'st creature pluck a glove,
And wear it as a favour; and with that

He would unhorse the lustiest challenger.

Boling. As dissolute as desperate; yet, Thou kill'st me in his life; giving him breath, through both

York. 'Twas, villain, ere thy hand did set it Our prayers do out-pray his; then let them